Choke
by Cory Carr

I want to drink mud,
Rub it on my face and my body,
Then cut deep gashes in my chest and let the blood flow.

I want to reach deep in to the back of my mouth and pull out my toungue.
Holding it agenst a knife like you would when you pare an apple.
I want to gouge it out.

Blood runs in a streem, from my mouth out and down to my chin.
It forms a puddle on my lap.
I laugh, cock my head back and choke on it.

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